A friend thinks of me as the QoS. I always thought of myself as The Hermit. Nevermind that I never planned to gain a load of insight and show others the way, the cave and isolation to study or do those things that "I" found interesting are what drew me.
So as I step way way out of my comfort zone, I say this with as much compassion as a QoS/Hermit-wannabe can muster up...
I have been married three (yes, THREE) times with one brief "shacking up" period dropped in there somewhere...
They get numbers except for the "live-in" who is referred to as "the live-in" (I won't bother with creative naming.. been there, done that).
Ex #1: King of Wands Being courted was.. intense. Mature. But eventually his light was brighter than the sun . He wandered. I found a new planet to live on. One with a little less sunlight.
The live-in: Another inspired individual because apparently I didn't quite get the message with the first one. It was short-lived. I got the message and this time only had to find a new neighborhood.
Ex #2: King of Cups all the way... rightside up, upside down, inside out, and backwards. He could be a caring individual or he could be manipulative. For someone like me, all that emotional turmoil and blah blah gave me pursed lips and squinty eyes.
He had to find someone else to suck the life out of.
Ex #3: Another King of Cups. My lessons must have to come in twos. NO sense of humor. AT ALL.
I've worked for Kings of Pentacles. I'm not saying they're all bad but it's hard to hold intelligent conversations with people who want to talk about their stock portfolios, their new cars, their renovations to their castles, and about that painting by Chagall they just hung on their wall that will do nothing but increase in value over time.
My best friend for the past 30 yrs and I lost contact with one another for a period of time. Real life had intervened. We reunited a few years ago and one of the first things she did was spell out her resume for me. As gently as I could, I reminded her there was no job posting on my door
She is a King of Pentacles.
ETA: I should point out that in each case (except for the friend, who remains a friend), I was the one to file for divorce/pack my bags and hightail it out of there. Completely cutting off all communication. Period.